Hello, Sweetheart. I'm Kerry. 23. Obsessed with the night sky. Attracted to sad things. I Compose for my band, Goodnight Neverland.
For your own self, time doesn’t exist before you were born and it does not exist after you die. our own existence on this planet revolves around time. What makes you so sure you exist right now and aren’t just a thought in someone else’s mind? Because it feels real? Why wouldn’t it feel real? And what makes it “real”? Lately everything feels like illusions and fiction. I’m honestly not sure any of this is real or we are all really here. Maybe some of us are? Maybe none of us are? What a funny thing life is.
Sometimes if I close my eyes hard enough I feel like I Seriously disappear. And that feels more real than being here sometimes. So Bizarre.
The more wisdom you gain…. the more your eyes open… the more bullshit you see… the more depressed you become… This is truth. Sometimes you have to shut the world out along with the truth of how truly ugly people are. Sometimes you have to live an illusion to not be overwhelmed with grief.